Of all the werewolves in the pack to witness my shame, why did it have to be him? Why Justin, the sexy alpha I’d had a crush on forever? “Yes, she’s mine,” he told the interested female employee, who trailed her fingers over Justin’s large hand as she handed a thin nylon leash to him. I growled at her. Justin’s eyes laughed at me but he kept a straight face. “Good Chrissy. Good doggie. I know it’s been traumatic for you, but I’ll take you home and everything will be okay.” For a moment I was tempted to believe that everything would be okay. I wagged my tail at the thought of going home with Justin. If anyone could make my life okay again it was Justin. But then I remembered. I’d turned into a dog. Not a wolf. Not even a predator of a dog. I looked down at the black fur covering my plump figure, the gentle swell of the little belly, the long pointed tail. I shook my head to clear it. Floppy ears flapped. Adorable. Domestic. Embarrassing as hell. I was a Labrador Retriever.
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